A More Perfect Union

"Are we ready to go?" [Intro: Okey Canfield Chenoweth III/Abraham Lincoln] "From whence shall we expect the approach of danger? Shall some transatlantic giant step the earth and crush us at a blow? Never! All the armies of Europe and Asia could not, by force, take a drink from the Ohio River or set a track on the Blue Ridge in the trial of a thousand years. If destruction be our lot, we ourselves must be its author and finisher. As a nation of free men, we will live forever, or die by suicide." [Verse 1: Patrick Stickles] There'll be no more counting the cars on the Garden State Parkway Nor waiting for the Fung Wah bus to carry me to who-knows-where And when I stand tonight, 'neath the lights of the Fenway Will I not yell like hell for the glory of the Newark Bears? Because where I'm going to now, no one can ever hurt me Where the well of human hatred is shallow and dry No, I never wanted to change the world, but I'm looking for a new New Jersey Because tramps like us, baby, we were born to die [Verse 2: Patrick Stickles] I'm doing 70 on 17, 80 over 84 And I never let the Meritt Parkway magnetize me no more Give me a brutal Somerville summer Give me a cruel New England winter Give me the great Pine Barrens So I can see them turned into splinters And if I come in on a donkey, let me go out on a gurney I want to realize too late I never should have left New Jersey Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh La da da da da da da da da da da, yeah! Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh La da da da da da da da da da da, yeah! [Verse 3: Patrick Stickles] I sense the enemy, they're rustling around in the trees I thought I had gotten away but the followed me to 02143 Oh, woe, woe is me, no one knows the trouble I see When they hang Jeff Davis from a sourapple tree, I'll sit beneath the leaves and weep None of us shall be saved, every man will be a slave For John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave and there's rumbling down in the caves So if it's time for choosing sides, and to show this dirty city how we do the Jersey Slide And if it deserves a better class of criminal Then I'ma give it to them tonight So we'll rally around the flag, rally around the flag Rally around the flag, boys, rally once again Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom Rally around the flag, rally around the flag Glory, glory, Hallelujah, His truth is marching on [Outro: Nolen Strals/William Lloyd Garrison] "I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or speak, or write with moderation. I am in earnest. I will not equivocate, I will not excuse, I will not retreat a single inch, and I will be heard."